Weekend mornings go:
5:30ish-- wake to meowing, put cats out on screened porch.
6-ish-- wake to door-clawing, let cats in and feed them. Collapse on couch for a couple of moments because there’s no sense going back to bed when the cats will want to go out right after eating. Put cats out on screened porch.
6:20ish-- wake to door-clawing. Let a cat in to use the litterbox, then return it to porch.
6:28 or so-- wake to door-clawing. Let other cat in to use the litterbox, then return it to porch whether it wants to go or not, otherwise porch-cat will be lonely.
7-ish-- husband gets up and obeys cats’ will for a while. I sleep until 9.
Wake up 9 minutes before alarm goes off.
Turn over to sleep for additional nine minutes but now annoyed because I have to pee.
Get up and look for cigarettes. Now I really have to pee.
Find ciggies - can’t find lighter.
Finally find lighter and go pee. (aaaah)
Hear alarm go off since stupidly forgot to disarm before getting up to pee.
Run to room shut alarm off violently (that’ll teach it).
Step on something in path and hurt foot. (should have moved those boots)
Curse in place.
Brush teeth.
Take shower.
Remember I put old towel in hamper yesterday and have to run wet and naked for clean towel.
Hurt wet foot on same boot I should have moved.
Curse in place.
Grab random clothing and dress.
Grab cup of coffee. (yeah timer!)
Watch news. Get annoyed with local team chitchat. Turn off.
Find earrings.
Check mirror. Ugh.
Leave for work.
How’s that? 
I am SUCH not-a-morning-person, I should have originally posted “Wake up, relieved to find that I put clothes on today.”
I’ll just assume you’re not on any roads I take. 
Semi-wake up #1: 5AM with husband’s alarm
Drift back off
Semi-wake #2: ~5:45 when husband leaves for work
Drift back off
For-real wake up: 7AM with my alarm clock and back-up phone alarm
Bathroom, put in my eyes, turn on coffee pot, shower
7:20ish: Out of the shower, dressed while drinking cup of coffee #1
Breakfast (toast and rest of coffee)
Brush teeth, put on jewelry, make the bed, do my hair (really just put some frizz-ease in), find shoes, gather lunch (usually oatmeal and fruit), travel mug with cup of coffee the second, keys and phone and out the door at about 7:55.
Commute downtown, singing to the radio and yelling at fellow drivers
Arrive in parking lot ~8:20 (if traffic cooperates), get upstairs and settle at my desk
Check e-mail, gossip with co-workers, etc.
Work. Most days.
I’m trying a new routine this week that I’d love to keep up if I can get to bed at a decent enough time every night.
5:30 am: Up. Grab my robe from the hook on the bathroom door. Fumble around in the blackness of the walk-in closet for some socks. Then slippers.
5:35 am: Into the office to say good morning to my still-supine dog, who obviously thinks this new “plan” is wacked, but inevitably can’t resist his curiosity about what kind of shenanigans I’m going to get into downstairs. So within next few minutes he comes down to join me (complete opposite of OP’s dogs!)
5:40 am: Outside in my robe to give the dog a mini walk in the dark. Don’t care much if anybody sees me.
5:45 am: Turn on the satellite radio to the opera channel. Make a latte and swoon over that first rush of hot, bitter/smooth caffeine.
5:50-7:30ish am: Write in my journal and listen to opera and try to find solutions to my problems.
8:30 am: Switch radio over to Howard Stern (the Zen has to end at some point!) and make egg whites & toast. Latte to go with. Make dog’s breakfast, too.
9:00 am: Outside to take my morning constitutional with the dog.
9:30 am: Into the shower.
(before my “new routine”, it was: Drag myself out of bed at way-too-late-o’clock, rush through coffee, breakfast, dogwalk, shower, and leave for work at the last possible moment. Hopefully I can keep up the new routine because I think it’s a lot better for me than my prior plan!)
Hit snooze.
Hit snooze.
Hit snooze.
Become concscious enough to realize I’m hitting the snooze button, and hit it again.
Get up.
Go to the bathroom and then brush teeth.
Check email while brushing teeth.
Turn on shower, then go do a set of pushups or two while it’s warming up. (This is what passes for a workout for me nowadays 
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Shower for way too long.
Get out, shave if necessary.
Attempt to comb my hair, which always fails.
Get dressed, grab wallet, keys, etc.
Leave.
Lock the front door.
Take two steps.
Go back and unlock the front door, run inside and grab my work badge.
Leave, lock the door, and go to work.
Arrive home from work, kiss husband hello, walk mini-Marli to school, walk back home.
Feed and water cats, scoop litter box.
Feed and water zebra finch.
Feed and water guinea pig.
Feed and water self.
Wash face and go to bed.
I like mornings. Morning is my bedtime. It’s evening I hate.
6am wake up.
Scratch the kitty for a few mins.
Shower with kitty.
Dry kitty.
Get dressed while kitty attacks whatever I happen to be trying to put on.
Feed the kitty, parrot and finch.
Give the parrot a good scritch.
Kiss the kitty good bye.
Catch bus.
I thought of all you non-morning people this morning at 5:20 when I got up, and then again at 6 when I started my work-out.